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