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