Spring comes: grass grows.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Watch your own steps!

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Worldly passions inseparable from 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.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

From the origins nothing exists.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

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 . . .

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

It rains: the earth wet.