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