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