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.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch your own steps!
It rains: the earth wet.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring comes: grass grows.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
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?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
No ugliness in a loved child.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.