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