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