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