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