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