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