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