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