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