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