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