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