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