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