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