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