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