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