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