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