Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No ugliness in a loved child.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Watch your own steps!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
From the origins nothing exists.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
It rains: the earth wet.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
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.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.