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