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