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