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