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