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