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