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