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