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