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