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