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