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