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