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