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