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