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