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