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