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