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