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