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