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