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