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