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