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