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