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