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