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