Spring comes: grass grows.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch your own steps!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
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?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
It rains: the earth wet.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
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.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.