The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch your own steps!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
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.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
No good thought, no evil thought.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From the origins nothing exists.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
It rains: the earth wet.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.