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