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