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