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