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