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