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