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