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