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