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