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