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