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