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