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