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