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