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