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