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