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