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