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