Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
It rains: the earth wet.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring comes: grass grows.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Watch your own steps!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.