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