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