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