It rains: the earth wet.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
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.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Watch your own steps!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!