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