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