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