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