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