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