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