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