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