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