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