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