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