The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
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.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Watch your own steps!
It rains: the earth wet.
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.
Spring comes: grass grows.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.