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