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