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