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