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