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