Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch your own steps!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
From the origins nothing exists.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
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 . . .
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
It rains: the earth wet.
So when we practice together, we learn from one another. Individual practice is important, but when we only practice individually, it is difficult to see our limitations and our karma, the karma of our mind.