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