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