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