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