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