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