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