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