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