Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
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.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
No ugliness in a loved child.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch your own steps!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.