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