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