Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

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.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Spring comes: grass grows.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

No ugliness in a loved child.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

It rains: the earth wet.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Watch your own steps!

From the origins nothing exists.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.