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