Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Watch your own steps!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From the origins nothing exists.
No ugliness in a loved child.
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.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
It rains: the earth wet.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
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.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.