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