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