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