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