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