He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

From the origins nothing exists.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

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 . . .

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

No ugliness in a loved child.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Ordinary mind is the Way.

It rains: the earth wet.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Spring comes: grass grows.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

Watch your own steps!

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

No good thought, no evil thought.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

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.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.