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