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