The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No ugliness in a loved child.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
From the origins nothing exists.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
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 . . .
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Watch your own steps!
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
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.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
It rains: the earth wet.