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