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