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