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