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