Spring comes: grass grows.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From the origins nothing exists.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
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?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
It rains: the earth wet.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
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?