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