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