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