Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

It rains: the earth wet.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

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.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Watch your own steps!

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Spring comes: grass grows.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

No good thought, no evil thought.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

No ugliness in a loved child.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

From the origins nothing exists.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.