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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From the origins nothing exists.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No ugliness in a loved child.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
No good thought, no evil thought.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch your own steps!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?