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