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