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