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