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