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