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