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