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