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