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