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