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