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