Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
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.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
It rains: the earth wet.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch your own steps!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From the origins nothing exists.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
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.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Spring comes: grass grows.
No ugliness in a loved child.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?