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