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