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