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