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