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