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