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