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