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