One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
From the origins nothing exists.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
It rains: the earth wet.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Watch your own steps!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
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.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
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 . . .