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