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