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