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