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