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