Ordinary mind is the Way.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From the origins nothing exists.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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 . . .
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
It rains: the earth wet.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Watch your own steps!
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
No ugliness in a loved child.