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