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