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