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