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