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