Watch your own steps!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
From the origins nothing exists.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
No ugliness in a loved child.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
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 blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
It rains: the earth wet.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.