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