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