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