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