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