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