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