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