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