Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
It rains: the earth wet.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
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 . . .
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Spring comes: grass grows.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
From the origins nothing exists.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
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.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Watch your own steps!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.