The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
It rains: the earth wet.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
No ugliness in a loved child.
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.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch your own steps!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.