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