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