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