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