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