From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
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.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Watch your own steps!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
No good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
It rains: the earth wet.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.