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