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