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