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