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