Ordinary mind is the Way.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

From the origins nothing exists.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

No good thought, no evil thought.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

It rains: the earth wet.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Watch your own steps!

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.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.