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