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