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