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