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