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