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