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