Ordinary mind is the Way.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
It rains: the earth wet.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From the origins nothing exists.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No ugliness in a loved child.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!