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