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