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