Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
It rains: the earth wet.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From the origins nothing exists.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
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.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Watch your own steps!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!