Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch your own steps!
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
No ugliness in a loved child.
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.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
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.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From the origins nothing exists.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.