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