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