From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Spring comes: grass grows.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
From the origins nothing exists.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
It rains: the earth wet.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.