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