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