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