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