Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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.
From the origins nothing exists.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Watch your own steps!
It rains: the earth wet.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
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 . . .
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?