Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No good thought, no evil thought.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
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.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
From the origins nothing exists.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Watch your own steps!
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
It rains: the earth wet.