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