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