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