Spring comes: grass grows.

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

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

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

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

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

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

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

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

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

No good thought, no evil thought.

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

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

It rains: the earth wet.

From the origins nothing exists.

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

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

No ugliness in a loved child.

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

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

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

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

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

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

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

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

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

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.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

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

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

Watch your own steps!

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

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