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