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