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