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