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