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