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