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