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