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