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