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