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