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