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