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