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