It rains: the earth wet.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From the origins nothing exists.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
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.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!