Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Watch your own steps!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
It rains: the earth wet.
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 . . .
From the origins nothing exists.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No ugliness in a loved child.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.