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