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