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