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