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