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