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