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