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