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