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