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