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