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