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