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