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