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