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