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