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