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