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