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