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