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