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