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