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