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