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