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