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