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