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