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