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