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