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