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