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