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