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