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