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.

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

Watch your own steps!

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

It rains: the earth wet.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

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

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

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

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

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

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

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

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

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Spring comes: grass grows.

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

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

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

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

From the origins nothing exists.

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

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

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

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

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

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

No good thought, no evil thought.

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

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

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

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

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

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