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