Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
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.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
It rains: the earth wet.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From the origins nothing exists.