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