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