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