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