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