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