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