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