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