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