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