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