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