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