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