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