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