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