Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Watch your own steps!
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
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.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
It rains: the earth wet.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From the origins nothing exists.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No good thought, no evil thought.