The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
It rains: the earth wet.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Spring comes: grass grows.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From the origins nothing exists.
No good thought, no evil thought.
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?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
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.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?