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