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