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