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