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