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