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