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