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