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