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