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