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