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