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