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