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