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