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