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