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