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