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