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