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