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.

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

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

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

Spring comes: grass grows.

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

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

Watch your own steps!

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

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

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

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

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

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

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

From the origins nothing exists.

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

Once you preach, the point is gone.

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

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

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.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

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

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

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

No good thought, no evil thought.

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

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

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

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

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

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

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

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

It rains: the earth wet.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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

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