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