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