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