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