Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
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.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Watch your own steps!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
No good thought, no evil thought.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!