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