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