Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Ordinary mind is the Way.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

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.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

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 . . .

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Watch your own steps!

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

From the origins nothing exists.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

It rains: the earth wet.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.