The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
No good thought, no evil thought.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
From the origins nothing exists.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch your own steps!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
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.
It rains: the earth wet.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.