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