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