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