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