Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No ugliness in a loved child.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
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 opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
It rains: the earth wet.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
From the origins nothing exists.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Watch your own steps!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.