One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
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.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Spring comes: grass grows.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
From the origins nothing exists.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
It rains: the earth wet.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.