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