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