Ordinary mind is the Way.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
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.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From the origins nothing exists.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No ugliness in a loved child.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
It rains: the earth wet.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!