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