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