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