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