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