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