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