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