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