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