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