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