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