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