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