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