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