From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
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.
From the origins nothing exists.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
It rains: the earth wet.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch your own steps!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring comes: grass grows.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.