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