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