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