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