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