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