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