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