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