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