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