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