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