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