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