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