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