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