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