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