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