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