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