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