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