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