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