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