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