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