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