Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
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.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
From the origins nothing exists.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
No good thought, no evil thought.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Watch your own steps!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring comes: grass grows.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.