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