It rains: the earth wet.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch your own steps!
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.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From the origins nothing exists.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Spring comes: grass grows.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.