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