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