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