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