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