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