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