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