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