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