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