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