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