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