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