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