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