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