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