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