Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
From the origins nothing exists.
It rains: the earth wet.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
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.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch your own steps!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.