Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Watch your own steps!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No ugliness in a loved child.
It rains: the earth wet.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
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.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?