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