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