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