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