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