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