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