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