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