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