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