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