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