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