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