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