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