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