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