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