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