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