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