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