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