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