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