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