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