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