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