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