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