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