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