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