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