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