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