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