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