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