Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch your own steps!
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
It rains: the earth wet.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
From the origins nothing exists.
No good thought, no evil thought.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?