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