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