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