It rains: the earth wet.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch your own steps!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.