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