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