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