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