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