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