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