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