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