Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

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

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

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

It rains: the earth wet.

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

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

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

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Ordinary mind is the Way.

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

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.

No ugliness in a loved child.

From the origins nothing exists.

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

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

No good thought, no evil thought.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

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

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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

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

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

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

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

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

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

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

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

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

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

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

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

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Spring comes: grass grows.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

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

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

Watch your own steps!

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.