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