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