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