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