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