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