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