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