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