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