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