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