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